Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The morns are meeker

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.

--Emily Dickinson


  1. Great poem and picture! Perfect for fall in all it's splendor!

  2. Thank you very much, dear Mary, for your very kind words. It is always such a joy to hear from you! May Almighty God richly bless you and your loved ones, and may Our Lady, Queen of the Holy Rosary, protect you.